There once was a man from...

Moving house saps time and energy for blogging, not that I'm much of a high-energy blogger, but still. Figure I should say something.

Chuck Jones once related this story:

A young man was once sent fresh from Columbia University with a mutual friend's introduction to Robert Frost. Frost scanned the young man's writings, then looking quizzically up through his craggy white brows he asked, "What do you do, son?" The young man drew himself up proudly; he was, after all, one with the great Frost. "I am a poet," he said. Frost gently answered, "The term 'poet' is a gift word, son; you cannot give it to yourself."

Those days are long gone. But even if they weren't, I've officially been called a poet by another poet. So I guess I'm a poet.

Even more than that, I've now actually been paid for a poem. But for the full story, you'll have to wait.